#im normal abt him!! i swear i am!!!!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’ve always loved the way you eat ; suguru geto

synopsis; suguru is a morning person. he likes the serenity of it all; the quiet of the early hours, the expensive feel of his coffee pot. more than anything, he likes bringing you breakfast in bed.

word count; 4.9k

contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader, just comfy morning vibes, fluff fluff fluff!!, suguru being a good soon-to-be husband, lots of petnames, reader is whipped (and so am i) but suguru is even worse, i need him biblically.

a/n; this is my personal essay on why suguru geto is the perfect man and wife. bon appetit !!

something smells good.

as your eyelids flutter open, and you gradually slip out of sleep’s fuzzy embrace, you are engulfed by that one thought. that one sensation.

there’s a sweet fragrance in the air, an unnamed something you can’t place. a force of love.

soft sunrays flit in through the haphazardly closed window blinds of your bedroom, cascading across the floorboards and bouncing off the walls. splotches of sunshine envelop you in a hazy kind of glow; gentle and coaxing, stirring you awake. it feels good on your skin.

indulging in a few more slow blinks, you shift to lie on your back, halfheartedly attempting to chase the sleepiness away. tangled up in silken sheets and fluffy blankets, you stare at the ceiling — but even such a mundane task feels so nice. just wallowing in the tantalizing scent drifting through the bedroom, the flurry of little kisses that the sun smothers you with. 

it’s still early, and you’re still sleepy. outside the walls of your apartment, the sun is rising to its feet, dyeing the world in warm colours; violets and blues melting into pinks and oranges, like an egg cracked open on the canvas of the sky. everything is quiet, not a sound to be heard except for the very distant chirping of cicadas from the trees outside your window. utter peace. like time isn’t even passing.

in the midst of such a precious moment, all you want is to laze around. it’s just that kind of pleasant, mellow morning; the kind that makes you wish the sun would never fully rise.

a satisfied little sigh slips from your lips. content to soak in the heavenly feeling until it passes, your eyes flutter shut — you’re just so sleepy, and the sun just feels so warm. soothing you, making it even harder to stay awake, cradling you in its hazy embrace. sunlit and saccharine.

with the morning fatigue clouding your senses, you don’t even notice the other presence in the room. 

suguru smiles, from his spot by the door — leaning against the wall and gazing at your relaxed expression, an immense fondness reflected in his eyes. taking a moment to silently admire you.

you look so content. tangled up in blankets and pillows, with your limbs outstretched and starfished across the mattress. your hair is a little messy, and you’re drooling just a smidge, wearing his shirt; it’s a couple sizes too big for you, slipping off your shoulder and exposing your sunkissed skin. as suguru’s eyes trail over your features, the fond smile on his face only grows, shifting into something honeyed and giddy. 

you’re perfect, he thinks. absolutely perfect.

a moment passes. then another. suguru continues to stare, as if trying to etch the image of you into his memory. trying to prolong the moment for as long as he can. 

until, finally, he’s had his fill. simply admiring you from afar isn’t enough — he needs to see you up close, needs to hear the sleepy little tilt of your voice. so he opts to make his presence known, voice gravelly and sweet, echoing softly throughout the room.

“good morning, sweetheart.”

softly, your eyes flicker open. the familiar voice sends a tremor of something running through your chest — and suddenly, it feels as if some of the sleep clinging to your skin has been washed away. it’s a little easier to make yourself move, shifting to your side to get a better look at the source of the sound.

and the warmth that blossoms in your chest when your eyes meet suguru’s is almost overwhelming.

(god, he’s pretty.)

suguru looks perfect, in the morning. he looks like the rest of your life. hair a little messy, tied up into a lazy half-done bun, silky black strands cascading down his neck. and wearing a pair of comfy sweatpants that hang a little low on his hips, but no shirt — showing off the curve of his tiny waist, the slight twitch of his arms when he indulges in an idle stretch. 

you try to restrain yourself from ogling his bare chest and arms too much, but it’s tough. frighteningly so. with the sunlight embracing his skin, muscles on full display, he looks a bit like a sculpture. a little too good to be real.

but he is. and he’s yours. and he’s smirking at you, lazily, affectionately — eyes half-lidded as he balances the tray that’s making the room smell so sweet. just standing there, looking so unfairly gorgeous. waiting for you to muster up the energy to respond to his greeting, more than happy to watch the way your eyes soften as they trail across his features in the meantime.

“morning,” is all you can rasp, eyes closing as your cheek sinks deeper into the mattress. a bit too tired to talk to him properly, and a bit too unguarded to look at him without feeling as if your heart is about to leap out of your throat. 

he’s a little too pretty, like this. framed by the hazy sunshine, like something out of a dream. all soft clouds and gentle caresses, the scent of dried lavender, the pitter patter of rain against a windowsill. all things kind and comforting. 

you’re afraid that your heart might give out, if you look at him for too long.

suguru doesn’t seem to mind. he only chuckles, voice deep and husky, sending shivers down your spine. his lips quirk up into a smooth kind of smile, and he’s quick to make his way to your side; crouching down to meet you at eye level after placing the tray on the nightstand.

a hand comes to caress your cheek. the rough pads of his fingers smooth down your jaw, gentle and doting, as if coaxing you out of hiding. as if you’re made of porcelain. suguru always treats you like you’re fragile, like you’re the most precious thing he has.

(because you are, he thinks. more precious than the expensive vanilla extract he used to make the waffles on the tray, more precious than the diamond-clad ring he’s hidden away in a drawer of the guest room. more precious than anything this world has to offer.)

a blissful little sigh slips from your lips, as you nuzzle into his palm. suguru leans forward to smear a kiss against your forehead, overcome with fondness; warm lips lingering on your skin.

the sensation strikes you as just a little heavenly. his touch is so tender, every caress so full of love. instinctual, the way his love bleeds into his touch, trickles down his veins to the tips of his fingers — smoothing along your skin. such a heavy thing, but he just makes it feel so light. 

“still sleepy?” he hums, a little teasing. eyes crinkling, voice bordering on a coo.

and it’s infuriating. the amusement that flickers through his eyes, the way you can tell he’s itching to tease you for being so groggy and tired.

between the two of you, suguru’s always been the one to get out of bed first, to your grave annoyance. and he’s so smug about it. you want to tell him that waking up so early on a saturday isn’t normal, that he’s the weird one for not being sleepy — 

but when he’s cupping your cheek so gently, all you manage is a meek little murmur of mm. one that has suguru stifling a coo, lips curling up into an adoring smile. 

look at you. his sleepy little baby, dyed in sunrays and tiny specks of dust. so effortlessly pretty, tangled up in fluffy blankets, an image so precious he almost feels like he shouldn’t be looking at it. yet he continues to do so, mesmerized.

(suguru doesn’t mind being a little greedy, when it comes to you.)

“i made you breakfast,” he continues, as you melt into his touch. an absentminded action, but almost brimming with trust; the trust you have in him to treat you well. one he’ll always, always affirm. “your favorite. wanna eat with me?”

breakfast.

something in your brain visibly reacts to the sound of the word, shooing away a little of the morning fatigue still clouding your senses. before you know it, you’ve forced yourself into a sitting position, with groggy movements and a soft groan. rubbing the skin beneath your eyes and kicking the blanket off your legs, a little clumsily.

suguru breathes out a soft bout of laughter, low and amused, as you lazily stretch and indulge in slow blinks. his hand goes to ruffle your hair, and all you do is lean into it.

“i’ll take that as a yes,” he teases, eyes full of fondness. you crack a sleepy smile at his amused tone of voice.

suguru’s hands are big, and a little rough, but still so very soft. you could spend hours tracing them — from the tips of his fingers down to the veins of his wrist, across his knuckles littered with small scratches and barely visible scars. stories of his childhood, that he loves telling you about, almost as much as you love hearing them.

you love his hands. they’re so pretty. so warm and grounding, as they smooth down your hair, unmistakably caring. the weight of them is a comfort, as his fingers card through your bedhead, scratching softly at your scalp. a sensation that makes you feel all fuzzy inside.

suguru is just so good to you.

and you’re only further reminded of that fact when your gaze trails over to the assortment of breakfast foods he’s prepared, neatly stacked on the nightstand. all your favorites, made with so much love; and it’s so evident, even just in the presentation. the freshness of the strawberry slices, the perfect amount of syrup spread over the waffles. the cup of coffee made just the way you like it.

maybe it’s the morning fatigue, or just the softness of the moment. the intimacy, so palpable you can almost reach out and touch it. or maybe it’s something else entirely — whatever the cause, you feel your eyes get somewhat glassy. 

a meek little sniffle leaves your lips, and it catches even you off guard.

suguru blinks. suddenly alert, his morning-fatigued brain trying to comprehend the sight of your teary eyes. brain spinning in circles, not sure if it should be telling him to panic just yet. something in him constricts, twists and turns, a desperate kind of yearning to protect you.

but before he can even reach out to wipe away the wetness with his thumb, you’ve latched yourself onto him.

arms snug around his waist, face tucked under his chin. fitting into him like a puzzle piece. breathing in the remnants of the cologne on his neck; a nice bergamot mix that you like, so he sprays on a little extra just for you. so close to him that you can feel the patter of his heart against you, as you soak in his body warmth. 

and his arms find their way around your form just as naturally, without him even having to think. like every bone in his body was born with a desire to cradle you close. like he was crafted in the image of someone made to soothe you. 

being in suguru’s arms is pure bliss. the most grounding sensation you know, one that never fails to calm you down, no matter how stressed or anxious you’re feeling. with his broad chest and strong arms, his bergamot-scented skin. so doting, pressing little kisses to your shoulder, trying to console you. his hair tickles your cheek a little, but it’s comforting.

”what’s wrong, honey?” he questions, voice set on a low, particularly soothing lilt. coaxing, almost cooing — a tone that buzzes with safety. his big hands go to rest on your head and back, smoothing down your spine.

”nothing,” you sniffle. feeling a little silly. ”you’re just too perfect. ‘s not fair.”

a pause. 

then, a chuckle bubbles up from suguru’s throat. something fond and delightful unfurls in his chest, a kind of relief; a feather-light amusement.

(you’re so ridiculous, he thinks.)

but you only nuzzle further into his neck, all sleepy and affectionate — and it stirs his heartstrings in a way that makes him feel rather helpless. crumbling beneath your touch. gazing at you with soft eyes, a happy little hum buzzing in his throat.

he takes you in, in all your clingy glory; so impossibly sweet. maybe he should have sprinkled some sugar on the strawberry slices, just to see if the taste could ever measure up.

”ah, is that so?” he drawls, a lazy amusement flickering through his eyes. playful. ”i’m sorry, baby. i should be the one saying that to you, though.”

but you just shake your head, arms tightening around his midriff. as if offended that he’d have the audacity to brush off your objectively correct statement, to even think to deny how perfect he is. 

and suguru raises a brow at you, in tandem, a mild protest resting on the tip of his tongue — offended at your blatant disrespect, shaking your head at his factually correct words, as if disagreeing with your own evident perfection. 

but before he can even begin to fight you on the topic, you part your lips to speak.

”thanks for breakfast, sugu,” you sleepily murmur, biting back a yawn. still a little meek, but oh so loving. ”i would die for you.”

he stills, once more. then another soft bout of laughter escapes his lungs, rumbling through his chest like a soothing thunderstorm. it makes you feel so terribly safe.

“there’s no need for that,” he assures you. ”don’t you wanna eat instead?”

to his surprise, he’s met with another soft shake of your head. so snug in his embrace that you could practically live there, only clinging to him a little tighter with a huff.

”just wanna hug you first…” you yawn, arms squeezing at his waist affectionately. shifting in his hold until your lips find their way to his neck.

”i love you,” you mumble, kissing down his jaw and collarbone. sleepy, open mouthed pecks, trailing over the expanse of his pretty skin. ”so much.”

it tickles, a little. suguru digs his teeth into his cheek, ever so slightly, just to hold back the giggle that threatens to break out from his throat.

and it’s maybe just a little too sweet, the sensation that blossoms in his chest, something honeyed and flowery; fluttering deep within his ribcage, like a dragonfly buzzing and trying to break free. it gets him a little weak in the knees.

to distract himself from the voice in his head urging him to go get the ring in the guest room drawer right this instant, suguru scoops you up. cradling you close, as he plops down on the mattress, legs crossed to give you space on his lap.

you don’t protest, only snuggling a little closer — as if yearning to tuck yourself away within his ribcage. 

and suguru chuckles, the deep tremor of his voice reverberating through his chest, echoing in your head as you listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart. rubbing your back with a teasing smile, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head.

“i should make breakfast more often if it’ll get you like this,” he grins, basking in the warmth of your body against his. 

a little whine falls from your lips. muffled into the curve of his shoulder, against his bare skin. “it’s not about the breakfast,” you pout, looping your arms around his neck. “it’s everything you do…”

a heat rises to your cheeks, a little embarrassed at the sappiness you’re exuding. but the sun feels so nice on your skin, and the bedroom smells so good, and the whole world feels so kind. 

inhaling the fragrance of bergamot and coffee, you can only fall apart at the intimacy of the moment. 

“i’m really grateful…” you murmur, resting your lips against his skin. buzzing with a warmth that has him shuddering. “‘m just bad at expressing it.”

suguru’s eyes soften. melting into a tender hue, like that of a creamsicle sunrise sky. a dreamy look smoothes over his features, and a fond hum buzzes in his throat.

“nah, you’re fine,” he drawls, squeezing at your hips affectionately. pulling away ever so slightly, just to plant a kiss on your forehead, brushing your bangs away with a certain bleeding tenderness. “you don’t need to say it out loud. i know, anyway.”

and he does. suguru understands you better than anyone; a point of immense pride, for him. knowing you so deeply that he can practically hear your thoughts before you speak them, knowing what you need at a single glance. just from a certain furrow of your brows, or the slight tilt of a smile you’re trying to hide. 

always one step ahead, folding your laundry on days you’re feeling particularly stressed out, or giving your hand a comforting squeeze when he notices that you’re nervous. always so attentive. it’s a little overwhelming, but also so comforting — to be so thoroughly understood.

his eyes are warm. full of pure affection, a devotion so heavy it makes your heart stutter in your chest. all you can do is glance down, shyly, slumping your forehead against his bare chest. 

your voice comes out a little strangled, still raspy. a little wobbly in the wake of your adoration.

“i wanna appreciate you…” is muffled against his skin, your lips curled down into a soft pout. and suguru breathes out a flustered little breath, amused — somewhat delighted.

“you can appreciate me by eating a hearty breakfast,” he suggests, a teasing tilt to his husky voice. cradling you just a little closer, as if even the miniscule distance between you is unbearable. as if he needs your hearts pressed together to keep himself intact. “how about that, hm? or would you rather give me a kiss?”

a moment passes, and a sleepy hum slips from your tongue. he feels your lips touch the soft skin of his neck, once more; then you muster up the strength to pull back from his embrace, slumping against his shoulder with your back against the headboard. it takes concentrated effort.

and suguru chuckles, again. odd, how a man who’s normally so put-together can’t seem to ever hide his joy whenever you’re around. but suguru is just a little too weak for you — he can’t help but let you strum his heartstrings along, however you want. any kind of melody you desire.

(it just so happens that no melody sounds prettier than a joyous one, when it’s falling from his lips.)

a lovesick smile painted on his face, suguru watches as you finally dig in. and he thinks it’s precious, the strawberry juice smearing your lips, the contentment in your features as your eyelids flutter shut. a mellow kind of pride swells in his chest with every satisfied hum that you grace him with, every giddy declaration of how delicious it all is. 

there’s something about it he can’t quite explain, can’t put his finger on. something almost otherworldly, in how fulfilled it makes him feel, like he’s lived his entire life just for this moment. just for the sake of making you breakfast and watching you wolf it all down.

suguru doesn’t think there's a single better way to show his love for you than this; cooking for you, putting every last drop of his love into everything he makes. from beverages to pastries, each of them carefully chosen to suit your tastes.

there’s an intensity to the labour, something that brings him great joy. the care and excitement in something as small as the flick of his wrist when he pours sugar into your coffee, or the weight he puts on the kitchen knife while cutting the fresh strawberries he spent four minutes picking out at the market.

there’s something about it that’s just so, so tender. that earnest wish to see you happy and healthy, to make sure you never go hungry. taking care of you. it's pure, domestic, love incarnate. he’s so weak for it, so sappy, but he just can’t help it — suguru loves watching you eat his cooking more than anything.

that, and your blissful little expression is a sight to behold. sunkissed by the morning rays flitting in through the window blinds, suguru thinks you look something like an angel, soft and fleeting and so beautiful it makes his heart squeeze painfully inside his chest. heavy thumps of blood; warmth trickling from his heart to his wrists to the pads of his fingers, as he rubs absentminded circles into the skin of your thighs.

and he thinks to himself that all the happiness he needs is right here in front of him. in this moment, with you tiredly munching on the breakfast he made, sipping slowly from your cup of coffee and savouring every last drop. smiling at him so sweetly, so positively precious that he simply can't resist leaning down to taste the caffeine off your lips. 

everything feels so wonderful, so completely and utterly right. the world feels so kind, like this. a world where all that exists is you, and him, and the sun. heaven on earth.

all of it sends a tremor running through his heart, every slight change of the scene reflected in his eyes. the soft smile on your lips, the way you lean your head against his shoulder and bite back a yawn, the expectant look in your eyes as you feed him pieces of your food with a giddy grin —

suguru thinks to himself that he’d sooner die than give it up. 

as much as he loves sleeping in, loves indulging in your warmth until the sun sits comfortably on the blue canvas of the sky, he loves this even more. loves dragging himself out of bed before the sun even has a chance to peek out beneath the horizon painted pink and purple, tired and groggy, and so disgruntled at the warmth that leaves him when he pulls away from your skin. loves making his way to the kitchen almost in a daze, moving around the open space so very naturally; fingers curling around the lid of the espresso machine, and the crinkled paper bag of pastries, and the carton of orange juice he bought just for you.

just watching the world wake up, basking in the peace and domesticity of it all. basking in the thought of you — you, with your messy bedhead and droopy eyes, always blinking up at him so sleepily when he returns to you in the morning. he loves it all.

the soft little frown that sometimes tugs at your lips when you’re still lost in dreamland, blindly and subconsciously reaching for the empty side of the bed when he gets up to stretch. the weight of your arms around his waist, hugging his back on the somewhat rare occasion that you make your way to him before he makes his way to you. the grumbles against his skin about how he always abandons you on your days off, even if he only does it so he can make you both coffee.

you, in all your glory — now resting against his shoulder as you plop the last strawberry into your mouth, closing your eyes with a blissful little sigh.

and suguru feels so lucky. so very honoured, to be the one you chose. the one and only person who gets to see you like this, when your voice is still raspy and your hair is still messy, and you have crumbs sticking to your soft lips that you're too sleepy to wipe away.

he does so, himself, with an amused little huff that’s really more of a sigh laced with adoration. thumb smoothing over your skin gently, a silent i love you hanging on the tip of his tongue. his fingers find their way to your skin so effortlessly. like they belong there, like they exist solely to trace the softness of your jaw and to cradle your cheek.

”thank you,” you beam up at him, grinning sweetly. 

and suguru knows that you mean it. he knows that you’re grateful, knows not a moment goes by when you don’t notice his affections, no matter how subtle. he thinks you're a little bit silly for worrying that he doesn't. but he thinks you're even sillier for not realizing that you deserve all of it and more, that just that sweet smile of yours alone is more than enough to make up for it.

more than anything, he hopes from the bottom of his heart that you know the opposite is true as well. that he appreciates every single thing you do, notices everything you do for him, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem to you.

you're so good to him. always have been. how could he ever bear to not repay you in tenfold?

”you’re welcome,” he smiles, soft and saccharine and genuine. his lips brush against your forehead with a soft peck, one that has your body melting into his just a little more.

breakfast passes you both by in a flurry of warmth, splotches of sunlight and content hums, until you’re lying side by side beneath the blankets once again. curled up close to each other, with you resting on suguru’s chest, cheek smooshed right over his heart. his arm rests on your back, cradling you closer.

”that was delicious,” you chirp, something soft buzzing in your voice as you bite back a yawn. stretching your limbs out lazily, a honeyed smile on your face. ”as always.”

suguru’s a little too tired to fully hide the soft grin that crawls up to rest on his lips, almost smug. awfully happy with himself, and your words of earnest praise.

“yeah? ’m glad,” he hums, looking at you with affection swimming in his eyes. ”i haven’t lost my touch yet, then.”

”of course not,” you exhale, somewhere in between a huff and a chirp. “you could start a whole breakfast diner with your skills!”

the words are teasing, a little much, but laced with a syrupy sweet sincerity that has suguru’s heart doing laps in his chest. thump, thump, thump — strumming his heartstrings along as you please, conducting the orchestra inside his ribcage. but he’d much prefer to think of you as his muse.

a low chuckle rumbles through his body, akin to a purr. buzzing right by your ear, as his fingers curl around yours, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the skin of your hand. ”you think so?” 

an eager nod, as you gaze up at him happily. the sight makes his lips twitch upward, and he can only hope you don’t catch the way his heart skips a beat.

smoothing a large palm over your head, he tousles your hair fondly. ”yeah?” he chuckles, again. “you'll be my first customer, then.”

the smile on your face widens. ”will i get a discount?” you ask, a fuzzy contentment in the way your eyes glimmer. ”since i’m your favorite.”

suguru grins. a husky puff of laughter seeps out of his throat, filling the air with a palpable fondness. it’s almost overwhelming, the affection that simmers in his chest, a cup overflowing. he wants to reach over and smother you in kisses, wants to coo at you. wants to tell you how irresistable you are, like this; so cute and sleepy that he thinks you could probably coax him into giving you every star in the sky.

but that can all wait for another time. he doesn’t want to break the peace of the mellow moment, the subtle intimacy that lingers in the air. the playfulness in your words.

”of course,” he simply says, indulging you with a sweet smile. ”you’ll get all the discounts you want, baby. nothing less for my favorite customer.”

suguru’s eyes crinkle, brimming with love when he hears the happy little giggle that tumbles from your pretty lips. so pretty that he can’t resist pulling you a little closer, to give you another kiss — relishing in the way you soften against him. like you could fall asleep just like this, so safe and comfortable. breathing him in.

sunlight shines in through the window blinds, engulfing you in that familiar heavenly hue. your bedroom almost seems to glow, like a hazy polaroid, a moment that feels too precious to put into words. 

you look stunning, he thinks, with your droopy eyes and sleepy yawns. absolutely breathtaking. soaked in a brightness rivaling that of the sun herself, the most precious thing this world has to offer.

and suguru thinks to himself that this might just be it. that this might be all that he needs, all that he’ll ever need — but he already knew that.

he thinks of sunrises. of soft embraces and fluffy blankets, of expensive coffee pots and diamond rings, of the way your lips curl up every time he kisses you. he thinks of the light of morning, how it always seems to devour everything else. how it makes every sliver of darkness seem so inconsequential.

he thinks of how your presence always seems to do the same. 

when suguru looks down, pulled out of his lovesick stupor by the sound of a little snore, you’ve fallen back asleep. cheek squished against his bare chest, drooling a smidge as you dream so prettily, your chest rising up and down in a rhythmic serenity.

his heart flutters. fleeting and giddy, a little dove trapped in his chest. with a sweet coo, he reaches over to caress your skin with the back of his hand, careful not to wake you — so gentle that he holds his breath, as if afraid that even a single exhale could disrupt your well-deserved rest. 

butterflies dance in his stomach, when he sees the way that makes you smile. a whirlwind of them, wings fluttering eagerly, as if attempting to fly out of his throat. he gulps them down again, but he can still feel them. just like he could when you first met.

butterflies that still haven't gone away, despite how long you’ve been together. butterflies that never will go away, as long as there are plates to fill and breakfasts to be made.

in other words, they're there to stay — forever and ever.

(suguru’s gaze falls on your ring finger. he thinks of the secret in the bottom of the drawer, and wonders what kind of breakfast he should make for you when it’s time to bring it out.)

[rokso-o]

weekly dose of the lcf manhwa serotonin boost ✨

cale just looking good in every possible angle

GUESS WHO’S BACK?!

my mans is back 🥳🥳🥳

THIS GOT ME HAKDJDKHDDKJDKDJDDKDJ i WILL eat him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cale in his actor era (he looks SO MF good in this i swear this man got me running LAPS also pan-nim i will never forget this service as long as i live . I COULD LITERALLY WRITE U. ESSAYS RN ABOUT HHISSSSS LIKE I CAN WAX U POETRY RIGHT NOW IM NOT EVEN CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYYY no cos u gotta me completelyy unhinged Nahhhhhhh nahhhhhhh)

and the TRUE highlights of this chapter

our cute, silly, grumpy little dragon. the shocked kittens. and best girl on. I SAID WHAT I SAID.

[b4kuch1n]

thinkin 'bout command gold

[jessenitrogen]

Bulkhead (TF:Breaking Point)

I SAID HIS DESIGN FOR MY CONTINUITY WAS SUBJECT TO CHANGE AND WO AND BEHOLD LOOK AT ME GO-

EXCEPT THIS TIME he gets an earth alt, based on the 2015 Teradyne Gurkha (type of tank) (hed probably go for the civilian variant idk)

But IM PROUD OF THIS DESIGN EVEN THO I HAD TO RESKETCH IT 3 TIMES WHICH IS MORE THAN I NORMALLY DO BUT ANYTHING FOR BULKHEAD

ALMOST FORGOR BUTHERES THE VER W HIS SCAR

[kaoharu]

can that man stop appearing on my dash every five seconds its bad for my heart

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[goldenkenku]

About the character opinion bingo. Pls tell me ur belos opinions bc even tho I already know them i enjoy talking about the meow meow + it makes our friends mad. also Darius?? 🥺

Btw I totally read ur ask wrong and did an opinion dump on these two (mainly Belos LMAO) before I re read it and was like. OHH. THE BINGO. THAT MAKES A BIT MORE SENSE. [<- IS A FOOL] ANYWAYS SJDKMWMDMSMSGWHWBWBNM BEHOLD.

[strwbrymlkshake]

THE TORMENT OF TRYING TO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO SHOWS YOU COMMON DECENCY. HELP

[guideaus]

im not gonna like call hxh Problematic or whatever, but i dont get this trope in anime where a caring older figure will come up to their younger... person who didn't do what they said, and they always do the dramatic, glowering slap and then have a nice attitude right after and its never portrayed in a bad way.

its just some shounen anime, but i saw this and thought abt how this guy barely knows these kids and i'd be feral if some guy was acting like that. that seems like it'd fit more with one of killua's family members to do (unless this guy does end up being shitty, idk)

[bronzebtch]

you said you love baratheon bastards. which one is your favourite, if you don't mind me asking?

out of character — i love all of them! (mostly after robert's rebellion though) like mya stone, or bella, or the twins from casterly rock, edric storm (is what i believe his name is) and baby barra :(( but my favourite is ofc my mans, my heart, my difficult bull son,

gendry waters!!!

i rped him for a while during the last season of GoT, and it was one of my best experience i've had roleplaying :)

[landitolover]

𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 part three | previous part ౨ৎ oscar x reader

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oscarpiastri

cute cat

yourusername

wow who is this famous man in my dms

🤔😲

oscarpiastri

not famous

yourusername

ok mr f1 driver

oscarpiastri

i said cute cat

🙄🙄

yourusername

me and my cat 🤓

oscarpiastri

very cute, did you know that ?

yourusername

what?

yeah she is

oscarpiastri

wait no

i meant you?

yourusername

🤔

ohmygod.

oscarpiastri

sorry that was odd

yourusername

😭😭🫠🫠😵‍💫😵‍💫

no it’s okay

thank you

you’re cute too ‘!:&;&;/$:@/&;@,&/&-“/&;

oscarpiastri

😅😅

thank you

yourusername

of course

uh

i gotta bounce

bye!!!

oscarpiastri

bye, talk to you later?

yourusername

of course 😊

y/n ⛄️

GUYS

HELLO

HELP

xienma 🛐

yeah?

madeline 🤺

are you okay queen 🙏🏼

y/n ⛄️

DULCE

HOTLINE

GUY

xienma 🛐

WHAT HAPPENED

WHAT DID HE DO

y/n ⛄️

he said i was CUTE???????

then i told him i had to BOUNCE?!?!?!??

madeline 🤺

LMFAOOOOO

loser ahh

jkjk

y/n ⛄️

he’s so cute guys

i wanna bite him (affectionately)

xienma 🛐

his fans tho 😭😭

THEY GON GET UUU

y/n ⛄️

me fighting the bad fans

madeline 🤺

i’m just imagining u on those

wag gossip accounts 😭😭

‘oscar piastri spotted with a NORMAL girl named y/n l/n

and we already found her insta 🤫’

y/n ⛄️

NO STOP

that’s so SCARY…

xienma 🛐

our baby is gonna be all grown up

becoming a wag for a sport she doesn’t

know about 😔

y/n ⛄️

i don’t even know him like that 🌝

like YEAH, i stalked his insta and

found his old karting pics..

and stalked his twitter

and the mclaren youtube channel

BUT I DONT KNOW HIM

madeline 🤺

it’s giving delusional, obsessed,

crazy, insane ass bitch

xienma 🛐

ily mad but ik you aren’t talking…

u FOUND UR SITUATIONSHIPS HOUSE

ON ZILLOW???

y/n ⛄️

literally….. bro

biggest hater n for WHAT

I aint setting you up with none of his friends 🤓

madeline 🤺

OH NAWUH

PLEASE 😭

y/n ⛄️

don’t talk to me 🙄🙄

i’m going to my bed

and i’m goin to cry

for embarrassing myself

xienma 🛐

go talk to him later

give it like an hour tho

don’t wanna seem obsessed x

y/n ⛄️

ur right ok

bye

im gonna think abt my actions 😞

madeline 🤺

bye queen 👩‍🍳

oscah 🦅

LANDO

LANDO

LANDO

LANDO

HELP

landoh 🥸

bro what do u want

i swear

DONT EVEEEN MENTION HER…..

oscah 🦅

oh uhmm

hahaha 😅 totally wasn’t gonna mention her

landoh 🥸

atp just tell me 🤦

oscah 🦅

THANK YOU

okay so

i called her cute

and i think she freaked out

landoh 🥸

bro u were supposed to act mysterious

🙄🙄 u were supposed to play hard to get!!!

oscah 🦅

lando what

OK BUT DO U THINK I SHOULDNT HAVE CALLED HER CUTE THEN????

landoh 🥸

ok no

how did u say it first of all

oscah 🦅

okay so she sent me like a mirror selfie

landoh 🥸

mirror selfie u say 😏😏

oscah 🦅

🤨🤨

OK but her cat was in it

and i was like “very cute, did you know that?”

landoh 🥸

OK RIZZLERR 😍😍

oscah 🦅

but.

landoh 🥸

but? 🤔

oscah 🦅

SHE THOUGHT I WAS TALKING ABOUT

HER CAT.

landoh 🥸

thats embarrassing

oscah 🦅

yeah but then i told her i was

talking about her and not her cat

then she said I was cute as well 😊

but she left in a rush

landoh 🥸

u are cute babe 😉😉

okay no but

idk she wants u 😂‼️

oscah 🦅

i am stalking her instagram rn

landoh 🥸

again???

i litch saw u stalking it when we were in a meeting with zak 😭

oscah

You’re lying on my name

landoh

no need to be embarrassed 🥸🥸

my boy is all grown up!!!

oscah 🦅

😒😒

landoh 🥸

dont give me attitude

I am literally the reason why you

even know her!! U WOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN ON DULCE HOTLINE IF IT WASNT FOR ME

oscah 🦅

okay thanks i guess

🤦🤦

landoh 🥸

pull up hoe

oscah 🦅

I DIDNT DO ANYTHING???

landoh 🥸

DONT talk to me

🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

oscah 🦅

my honest reaction

okay bye mate

landoh 🥸

bye oscah

don’t embarrass yourself again

oscah 🦅

i wont

hopefully 🤔

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yourusername man i sure do love myself

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user realest mfo out there

user lando?? hello??

user why is lando in the likes

madeline_han LMFAOO WHY IS HIS HOMEBOY IN UR LIKES

→ yourusername stop idk?? 🤷‍♀️

→ landonorris I didn’t mean to double tap……

→ yourusername 🤔🤔

xienmasventura ily ur so cute

→ yourusername ilym gorgeous 🫶🏼

landonorris **** is drooling over these photos

→ user the censor?? 🤔🤔🤔

oscarpiastri

you looked pretty in your post

yourusername

ahhh 🤭

thank you

oscarpiastri

yeah of course :)

sorry that lando was in your likes

yourusername

no it’s fine

it’s just kinda funny 😭

oscarpiastri

this could be us, just saying 🤷🤷

like could be us if you gave me your number…

yourusername

the garfield to my arlene 🙈

I’m convinced 🤗

my number is ***-***-***

oscarpiastri

okay 😊

y/n ⛄️

CODE RED!!

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

HE ASKED FOR MY NUMBER.

xienma 🛐

you gave it to him

RIGHT????

y/n ⛄️

duh 🙄

madeline 🤺

omg 😱😱

the number … big steps

y/n ⛄️

ik im FREAKING out

xienma 🛐

who does this lil boy think he is 🙄

stealing my gf 😭😪

y/n ⛄️

dw bae, i’m 4ever urs

madeline 🤺

why was his homeboy in ur likes tho

y/n ⛄️

idk tbh 😭

i think it was an accident

xienma 🛐

stop cause he’s kinda….

madeline 🤺

OKK GIRL……

🌝

xienma 🛐

stfu thats why your ex looked like the blonde

bitch from polar express 💀💀

y/n ⛄️

naw thats foul

now ME PERSONALLY….. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

ok bye HE MESSAGED ME 😊

oscar 😊

heeyoo

sorry i didn’t message you right away 😅

y/n

no that’s fine 😭

soo what are you up to

oscar 😊

nothing much

I’m pretty bored tbh

y/n

me too 😪

oscar 😊

i suck at 8 ball

y/n

i doubt it

now play back 😠😠

oscar 😊

yes ma’am

wait why am i kinda good

y/n

i’m the goat at 8 ball

oscar 😊

if i win u owe me a kiss

y/n

ig you aren’t getting a kiss??

oscar 😊

🙄🙄

🤷🤷??

y/n

FUCK 😭😭😭

too bad u aren’t in france

oscar 😊

omw to france as we speak 🙄

y/n

🐌🐌 escaping rn

WOAH WAIT

i just got 13K followers out of nowhere???

oscar 😊

huh 😭 thats crazy

y/n

oh my god

😨😨

oscar 😊

what?

y/n

i got posted on those f1 gossip pages

CAUSE OF UR LITTLE FRIEND 😭😭

oscar 😊

i’m so sorry

uhm I didn’t mean for that to happen

oh my god 😭 I’m really sorry

y/n

oh no, it’s not your fault!!

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f1_gossip NEW WAG? Y/n L/n is a 22-year-old university student. She currently lives in france, according to her posts. Lando commented and liked her post earlier today.

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user is this confirmed?

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user she’s so pretty!!

user honestly 😭😭 I don’t think they are

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→ user RIGHT! like let him live

user god i hope not… she’s.. 🌝

→ madeline_han so mad n for what? he ain’t gonna pick u!!

user why is he always pulling the baddies

xienmasventura yourusername LMFAOOO GIRL

→ yourusername 🌝🌝 deleting my account

landonorris she’s not my girlfriend 😊 thanks for spreading rumors though!!!

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→ user fr i’d b BAWLING

౨ৎ HELLLLOOOOO!!! i am back 🐨 sorry for taking FOREVER to update this series… I will try to be better once i’m on winter break 🐌!! anyways i hope you enjoy this bc i was lit up writing it until 2 AM…… 🌝🌝

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[nightmareentertainment]

take (2)! I swear to god if i DID write a paragragh and tumblr just erased it i'm going to do something /silly

ANYWAY: i am INSANE abt CLOWN MIKE I AM SHAKING YOU. i watched most of his pov last night for s3 and i have a pavloc response in the form of stress to his fights now, ITS . IT'S SO. i am biting into a brick just at like ? clown is weirdly trusting and also distrusting; like he doesn't trust people and he easily betrays people, but he trusts ppl like ranshanbo and parrot and gets betrayed its wild, my clown in christ you "'trust"" the WRONG ppl BUT ITS ALSO LIKE. he's p loyalwhen he gets loyal, until he ISN'T . but he stays true to certain people; like parrot and rek and ash and branzyand forms the chaos group likeWHAT .

and he giggles alot and im . normal; FUCKING BRANZYY I havent even watched branzys pov but it's "this is why i love you" , "not in public branzy," "no one touches branzy" he gave branzy FOUR OF HIS HEARTS . thw guy who made a group to hoard hearts gave 4 of them away . and yeah irs bc the peace but not to be silly but he would have probably gave the hearts to branzy regardless!!!!!!!!

hes also so silly . like the way he acted sad when leo didn't accept a drink; the way hes so blood thirsty and like a guard dog . hes so . SPINNING HIM AROUND . i love him

yessss YESSSSSSS 🫵🫵🫵 YESSSSSSS THE BRAIN WORMS THWYRE IN YOUR HEAD YOU SO GET IT

He trusts without trusting and he's using people without using them and he's sooooooooo . He plays the bad guy but he's also the bag guy because everyone views him like that. They all decided he was in that role, and then he slots right into it (slot machine pun)

IM SOOOOO OBASSESSED WITH HIS ASS. CLOWNPEIRCE BE UPON YEE

[lesbicosmos]

currently going absolutely insane over the new ofmd episodes and will be for the foreseeable future because AAAAAA

⬇️spoilers for 2x04/5⬇️

crazy insane psycho lesbians is exactly what ed and stede needed fr

also i need them. anne bonny your hand in marriage please.

THE "I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU" LINE BEING SAID FACE TO FACE RATHER THAN IN A LETTER LIKE THE TRAILER IMPLIED I CALLED IT AND AM GOING MAD OVER IT

that whole scene honestly was just AAAAAA

is buttons just...gone? bro turned into a seagull and fucked off, icon honestly

i want lucius's trousers from ep5 they're so cool

lucius getting to throw ed overboard was iconic tbf, he deserved to do that

ed and fang bonding was so sweet

can someone pls check in on frenchie im worried abt him and that allergic reaction </3

the momentary lucius/black pete angst had me scared but THE END?? THE DRAWING AND THE PROPOSAL OH MY GOD I WAS IN TEARS

and as if i wasn't already in tears from that, THE LAST SCENE??? THE YOU WEAR FINE THINGS WELL PARALLEL AND THE KISS???? give me 5-8 business days to recover (actually it'll take longer than that)

also abt to go full film student here but THE MOON IN THAT SCENE BEING NOT FULL LIKE IT WAS IN S1, REFLECTING HOW S1 WAS THEM FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER AND MOVING TOO QUICKLY BUT THEN IN S2 THEYRE GOING SLOWER AND BUILDING THE RELATIONSHIP GRADUALLY BUT THE SCENE IS STILL MORE ROMANTIC THAN S1 yeah im normal about this i swear

[hiiroamagisbestfriend]

HELLO ANGST NEMO!!!! am i ur first req ??? ANYWAYS im here to request...hm....date hcs w chiaki adonis and nagisa i Swear im normal abt them ahahahah

Date Headcanons!

w/ Chiaki Morisawa & Adonis Otogari x GN!Reader

AAAA you ARE my first req!! let's get this bread

Warnings: None! Just lots and lots of fluff. Words: 1,477

Chiaki Morisawa

✩ Oh Chiaki, the ever lovable dork that he is, would NOT find it easy to ask you out at all.

✩ You're just so amazing after all! You're not only willing to listen to his nerdy hobby, but you seem to actively enjoy hearing him gush about it!

✩ Meanwhile, Chiaki is just. Not cool at all. His confidence drops to an all time low whenever he'd think about asking you out. You're probably just tolerating him and his nerdy hero obsession, aren't you?

✩ Thoughts like that would always give him cold feet. He'd think up of the perfect date plan, and how to ask you out, but when you're actually right in front of him he becomes a blubbering mess.

✩ I'm sure that eventually, the other RYUSEITAI members would get tired of seeing this scenario unfold for the millionth time, and would offer to help set the two of you up without him having to do a thing.

✩ Initially, he'd be nothing but grateful for the offer. His wonderful friends putting in a good word for him and being the ones to invite you would definitely be the easy way out.

✩ But that was exactly it. The easy way out. It wouldn't sit well with him if that were to happen. What kind of hero would he be if he couldn't even conquer his own nerves?

✩ And so he decided to finally saddle up and ask you out for real. He'd play it cool, just ask if you want to hang out with him in nice cafe that opened up nearby, and maybe do some shopping with him if you had the time. Good, good, it sounded casual enough but had the potential to develop into something more.

✩ He was rehearsing the lines to himself, when he suddenly saw you. And just like all other times, his mind went blank. But he's already decided he won't run away this time.

"O-oh! (Y/N)! What a coincidence! I didn't think I'd run into you here!" He realized how dumb he sounded after he registered that the two of you were in ES, why would it be surprising to see each other when you're literally coworkers? His palms were sweating so bad, and he's sure that his face is truly embodying the spirit of Ryusei Red but admitting defeat now would mean he really is a coward. "(Y/N)! I've been in love with you for a long time now! Please go out on a date with me!" Hm. That was weird, he was just supposed to see if you wanted to hang out. Was his mouth moving faster than his brain? "Sure! I'd love to go on a date with you, Chiaki." You replied, but it seemed to have completely gone unheard by the panicking Chiaki. He was just about ready to smash his face against a wall when he finally registered what you said. He quickly forced himself to regain composure. He can't mess up now. He channels all his hero confidence, trying his best to look like things were simply going how he planned. "Is that so? Alright! Let's meet up here around the same time tomorrow then!" And he dashed off before he could receive an answer, knowing his temporary bravado was running out.

✩ The date went surprisingly well, with the knowledge that you actually agreed on going out with him, Chiaki seemed to be way more at ease. He was all smiles seeing you enjoy the food and drinks from the cafe, and he offered to carry whatever it is you wanted to buy when you two went shopping.

✩ Looking at your smiling face as you show him some cute plushies, his expression relaxes, he really was worried over nothing all this time. If he had just plucked up the courage to do this earlier, then maybe you'd have had hundreds of dates by now.

✩ He was quickly brought out of his thoughts when he felt your hand grab him by the wrist, pointing at another shop that you wanted to check out. Oh, he really lucked out didn't he?

"I love you." Chiaki whispered under his breath, quickening his pace so that he could catch up with you. He could see the tips of your ears get flushed ever so slightly, but maybe it was just his imagination.

Adonis Otogari

✩ Unlike poor Chiaki, I don't think Adonis would have much difficulty in ask you out on a date. He's a pretty straightforward and honest guy, after all. The problem was his unit mates.

✩ When the other guys from UNDEAD caught wind of him intending to ask you out, they meddled quite a lot. Kaoru giving him a bunch of potential date spots, Rei coaching him on how to treat you like a partner rather than a friend, and Koga repeatedly telling him that playing his ocarina in the date would end up in disaster.

✩ He doesn't really get why he has to do all these things, but he trusts his senpais and Koga well enough. Maybe this is how things work around here? He wouldn't like to accidentally make you unhappy because he didn't know the customs.

✩ They would dress him up all fancy, and even had him learn a script written by Kaoru on what to say when he asks you out. Koga and Rei offered to play some music in the background, but Adonis thankfully vetoed that decision, saying that they've already done enough.

"It's pretty rare of you to call me out Adonis, what's up?" You asked with a smile, the smile that Adonis fell in love with. You were so nice to him after all, and you were always patient with him when to explaining things he didn't understand. Adonis swallowed, you were right in front of him in a secluded spot, just the two of you. He suddenly got nervous, for reasons he couldn't quite grasp. Was he afraid of messing up the plan the others thought up for him? Or was he worried that you might not answer the way he wanted? He cleared his throat, remembering the script that Kaoru drilled into him before this moment. "If you were a chicken. You'd be impeccable." He said, with an incredibly deadpan voice and the most expressionless face you could imagine. Adonis got worried a bit, hearing you snort out a laugh at what he said. Did he mess up? Was the plan his friends thought up for him going to be a waste because he couldn't pull it off? Before more of those thoughts came to roost, he decided to continue with the script. "Something seems to be wrong with my eyes." He starts, seeing your face go from joy to concern. Uh oh, he needs to finish the rest of the line before you think his eyes actually have something wrong with them. "I can't take them off of you." Your slight chuckles from earlier turned into full blown laughter, hearing this kind of stuff from Adonis of all people was just so cute! It didn't take much to realize he's probably just acting the way he is because he was told to. As entertaining as this was to watch, it was probably better to just do his job for him. "Hey Adonis, there's a nice teppanyaki place nearby, wanna come with me?" He only nods in response, and the two of you make haste towards your new destination.

✩ The other members of UNDEAD, who were hiding nearby and watching this entire thing play out, finally left their spot after seeing the two of you walk away. The three of them gave each other high-fives and pats on the back, not knowing just how useless their plan was.

✩ During the date, you would ask Adonis what was up with the way he was acting earlier, and he'd just. Expose the entire plan. He'd express how he didn't really feel that such a roundabout way of doing things was right, but he didn't want to go against what Koga and his senpais were telling him.

✩ As he recalled that entire story, he couldn't help but smile too seeing how entertained you were by it. Maybe this was a part of their plan too?

"Say Adonis, if you were to ask me out with your own plan, how would it go?" You asked in between giggles, still finding this entire ordeal just way too funny. He thought about it for a second, before looking you straight in the eye. "I love you. Please go on a date with me." He bowed his head slightly after saying that, not noticing how quickly you went from laughing to blushing.

AAAAA it's done!! I know they're more "Asking out HC's" BUT UGHHH THESE WERE THE ONLY THINGS THAT WAS COMING TO ME! IF YOU ASK ME TO WRITE THIS AGAIN SOME TIME LATER IM SURE I COULD DELIVER BETTER RESULTS!!

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi, you give good advice (DONT FEEL PRESSURED IF YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE TO ME EITHER

so basically love...makes no sense to me? i think i'm probably on the ace spectrum bc im not sex repulsed im just indifferent to it but it's the actual romance part i dont get i've definitely had crushes before, but its hard for me to tell when i like someone ex. i get super excited and happy when my friends will text me, but apparently thats a crush thing? like people are always teasing that i like a guy bc i just...enjoy talking to him?? which is apparently not a thing??? (im a girl btw) and like...i definitely will think abt my friends a lot. like. overthink. its almost like my emotions are to the nth power bc the two crushes (ik, not a lot) ive had have been almost obsessive THAT SOUNDS CREEPY i swear im not a psycho but like its thinking abt them 24/7, everything is tied back to and abt them and with my friends - its how other people act with crushes idk if that even makes sense but thanks

<3

Hi! <3

It's totally fine, I don't feel pressured!

It's just...a really hard question, to be honest. First of all, I think it's totally normal to get excited to talk to a friend and think and overthink about friends.

So...I'm trying to think about the difference between romance and friendship (besides the fact that I, personally, am physical with the person I am romantic with.)

I think romance is...deeper? Like you just want to know everything about them. They make you laugh and giggle and you care so much about what they think and everything they do just makes you astounded. You want to make them happy all the time and you would to anything for them.

Also, it's important to address that love is different than infatuation. People who have crushes then to be a bit obsessive, but it can be more surface-level: usually based on like...looks and popularity. Love tends to be deeper. A connection.

Does any of that sound like how you feel?

People reading this, what do you think love is?

[sommerregenjuniluft]

hi lune! i am sleepdeprived and i was thinking (which is already a bad idea when i'm well-rested) and i think you should call your music recs lune-y tunes or just lune's tunes, i think both are super cute and also pls tell me more about your gymbros prongsfoot.... what nefarious things do they get up to in the gym locker rooms?? also, does one of them complain about the protein shake and the other one is like "ohh lemme taste" and it just gets spat into his mouth?? how into sweat are they?? inquiring minds would like to know

AJAJKjkkakykyky HI MIL<3

lune-y tunes is such a good one im def gonna use that, although it will mainly consist of dominic fike, random german shit and then Maybe now and again something useful 🤓

i havent been thinking abt them for a while honestly but!! always ready to talk abojt them *clears throat*

(getting kinda smutty below here at some point)

so before they realize they are together and are allowed to…. kiss and stuff they def like shower together. like under One shower head. entirely nude, dicks bumping and they’re rock hard obv but neither acknowledges it because it’s normal for them anyways. super normal to get incredibly turned on my your very platonic friend. Then whenever one of them has like muscle cramps the other is INSTANTLY there to massage and kiss better and hold them. james whimpers so prettily sirius also gets bricked up. for james it’s sirius’ face, all contorted and in anguish and then esp when he starts relaxing again, james gets sooo flustered🤭 james also helps undress and dress sirius whenever he goes all noodle-y after arm day. sirius is the one with the protein bars in every bag and jacket and gym pants and james is the one prepping their shakes and meals.

so yes if sirius thinks something tastes funny he’s like ??jamie, did you do something different today with the shake? -uh no love, same as every tuesday. cinnamon flavor. -mgh it tastes kinda off -lemme try? -mhm cmere *tilts james’ head back where he’s sitting on the gym bench and spits it in his mouth* -hm no it tastes normal to me dude -…ok again (and then when it dribbles down james’ chin sirius licks it all up and clean like a good dog)

VERY into sweat. half their wardrobe consists of compression shirts and tights and jerseys and gym shorts and the way sweat smells on those materials mixed with their body scent drives them INSANE. james is a armpit sniffer and sirius has days where he sifts trough james freshly used laundry and locks himself in his room for 20 minutes. he’s so obvious about it and james Knows it. hears him too. He swears he wears hoodies for cardio warm up to get hotter quickly so he can start quicker but really??🫢 it’s just for sirius and we all know it. sirius wears those hoodies the same day for movie night at home where they cuddle up on the sofa.

they probably have some type of lotion or cream for their sore muscles that they rub into each other. OH also one of those massage guns probably. maybe once they get together they defile that one too some day. maybe sirius binds james to the bedposts and has a go at him edging him for an hour or so because he’s simply so fascinated and turned on. he comes untouched two times during the process. james nearly passes out when sirius finally makes him cum :)<3